It Gets More Blue

The city is clouds

You make him the sun

You wanted that poison

And bit the gun

You know it don't say much

The things that he did

You'll build him a tower

He'll burn you a bridge

The nihilist tells you

That nothing is true

I said, I faked global warming just to get close to you

I read the book

I drank the chians

I made you look

And I'm still here

I'm digging through the trash

I can hear the train

As it moves past

The chase is as trite

As the story I stage

A projection I write

In a book on a page

I won't do

What I ought to

That vacant stare

I make to fool you

I'm watch you from

Bodegas on the street

And I'll say barely

Just how highly I can think

The arsonist tells you

That it gets more blue

The things you believe

In a clay-bedroom snooze

I read the book

I drank the chains

I made you look

And I'm still here

I'm always digging in trash

I can hear the train

As it moves past